Finally Got Some Decent Wangs!!

After weeks of being utterly disappointed by the cheap attempts of other restaurants to make edible spicy chicken wings, Edgar and I wisened up and just went to Hooters.

What were we thinking waiting so long to go there?! We were greeted by a 40-something year-old waitress who maybe should have retired the uniform 15-18 years ago, but that wasn't our business. We ordered all sorts of good shit from the old-timer. Raw oysters for me, 10 buffalo shrimp, curly fries, and 20 wings (TMI spiced- this is inbetween hot and 911.) And of course, we had some delicious ranch and blue cheese dressing to dip this all in. Hot "wangs" ain't hot "wangs" without beer. Oh yes, the Nenster drank beer.

WHAT?! NEN DRANK BEER?

I found a beer I like, and he liked it too. A pitcher and two extra pints of Blue Moon later, we found ourselves at the c.d. re-sale shop going nuts because we only had 20 minutes to look around, and you can only imagine what was going on in our bladders after drinking that much Blue Moon.

Who knew you could have THAT much fun at Hooters? We had a blast! He said he thought I was really cool for going there. But I honestly mean it when I say, I go there for the food. :)

QOTD
"Sometimes I think about how retarded the other sperm must have been if I won the race."
-Jeremy-